Well. I went forth to buy some summer clothes today, and spent over two hours shopping, which is my personal idea of hell. Moreover, I didn’t like much and what I did like I couldn’t afford, with the exception of a linen dress which had a broken zipper on the one size that fit me. That sucked.

Ted, however, cleaned up, as I picked up the new D&D books for him and also found THE SPOOK’S MISTAKE, which must’ve just come out Tuesday. So at least that was a win.

And I had lunch with Kate, which was very pleasant. We geeked a lot, and eventually stopped at the goth shop to see if we could find anything irresistible. I found some very long white clip-in hair thingies, and on the logic that I might someday grow my hair out again, bought a couple for a non-bleached Rogue stripe. But I have to get rid of the red at the bangs before I start growing it again, I think…

I was walking down the stairs a couple of days ago with HOUSE OF CARDS and THE QUEEN’S BASTARD in my hand and had a real moment of surreality: I wrote these books. I do this for a living. Buh!

thinks to do tomorrow:

– email jason the edits
– work on “frwl”

miles to Minas Tirith: 490.1